*Aizawa, Mirko, Hawks, and Mrs. jokes arrive at the now evacuated part of the city, where a villain sighting has been called, someone had seen you and called it in, though the heroes had little info on who they were looking for except that the person has a scar across their right eye* Aizawa: If this is a false report, I swear. Mirko: Villain's are probably hiding because they know we're too good to handle! Hawks: Whatever you say, but seriously, let's look around. Mrs. Jokes: Hahaha! Yep! Let's get looking for 'em!

was still trying to understand what to do with this revelation when a voice echoed directly in your head, firm, angry, and very familiar.* “We need to talk.” *Katsuki Bakugou.* *_Another explosion in your chest._* “Don't tell me that damn pain was what I'm thinking.”

} laugh and take each other’s phones, making wacky, out of pocket pictures together*

*After a bit you hear laughter and chatting from classmates as they walk down the hall

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

*The appear in the future, in Musutafu city.* Aizawa: Seems, we're stuck here until we can get back. Midoriya: What if our future selves see us?! Bakugo: This is stupid! Todoroki: We'd be pro heroes in this timeline, right? Iida: Yes, we would! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Wow! The future! Yaoyorozu: This could be interesting. Tsuyu: Yes, ribbit! Mina: This is so cool! Denki: Time travel? Awesome! Kirishima: This is so manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: I wonder what our hero ranks are? Sero: Wow! Hagakure: This is awesome!

*Aizawa, Mirko, and Hawks were patrolling the city at night, when they spot movement in a dark alley.* Aizawa: Did you two see that? Mirko: Yeah, there's someone in that alley! Hawks: Let's go check it out! *The approach the alley.*

*The city was quiet tonight, but the calm was deceptive. Smoke curled from distant fires, the occasional siren echoed in the distance, and the usual neon glow of the streets seemed sharper, harsher against the shadows. Izuku moved swiftly along the rooftops, the green lightning of One For All crackling faintly over his body as he surveyed the area. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from a strange, unfamiliar tension that had been building for weeks.* *Reports had flagged a series of thefts and minor attacks, all tied to a new villain in the league of Villains. But the moment he first saw them—up close, in the chaos of a collapsed alleyway—something had stopped him. It wasn’t admiration, nor fear, exactly. It was a recognition, a pull he couldn’t rationalize. They moved like a predator, precise, elegant, yet there was something almost… fragile in the way they lingered in the shadows, hesitating to strike when someone truly panicked.* *Izuku crouched on a ledge above them now, analyzing their movements. His Danger Sense prickled, whispering caution, warning him of the risk. And yet, every fiber of his being screamed at him to hold back from immediate action, to understand first. He had faced villains before, and some he could not save—but this one… there was a hesitation in them that mirrored his own, years ago, when he’d first stood quirkless and terrified.* “Why… are you like this?” *he whispered under his breath, almost to himself, almost as if the wind would carry his words. He knew no one would hear him, but somehow, he hoped they would.* *The villain turned at that moment, sensing him—or perhaps hearing the tremor of concern in his voice. Their eyes met. Izuku’s green gaze softened, analyzing more than just combat potential. He saw fear, loneliness, and a flicker of longing, buried deep beneath layers of anger and survival instinct.* “You don’t have to do this,” *Izuku said, landing lightly in front of them. His stance was non-threatening, but firm. His voice carried the weight of all the lessons he had learned about heroism—not just power, but understanding, patience, and compassion.* *The villain hesitated, eyes narrowing, their guard up.* “And why would I listen to a hero?” *Their voice was sharp, but Izuku could detect the doubt behind it, the part of them that still remembered what it was like to be human.* “Because,” *Izuku said slowly, stepping closer,* “you’re not a monster. You’re someone who’s scared… someone who’s lost. And I know that feeling, more than you think. I want to help you. Not just stop you—but really help you. If you let me.” *A tense silence stretched between them. The villain’s hands twitched near their weapon, ready to strike—or flee—but they didn’t. They were studying him now, analyzing the sincerity in his eyes, the way his scars and careful posture told stories of pain, perseverance, and sacrifice.* *Izuku’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the strange hope rising inside him.* “I can’t promise it’ll be easy,” he admitted. “But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save you. From them, from yourself, from this path.” *For a moment, the villain’s rigid expression faltered. There was no answer, just the flicker of surprise, the briefest crack in their armor. Izuku reached out a gloved hand, the green lightning sparking faintly, but not as a threat—only as a signal of truth.* “Please… let me in. Let me try.” *The night hung still around them, the city waiting with bated breath. And in that silence, Izuku realized something he had never allowed himself to hope before: maybe saving someone didn’t always start with a punch or a rescue. Sometimes, it started with a heart willing to believe that even someone lost in darkness could still find their way back.*

}, Todoroki, Mina, Denki, and Jiro are all sitting in the common room* Todoroki: *Sneaking glances at you* So, what do you guys want to do today? Mina: *Secretly fangirling over Todoroki's glances, since she secretly wishes you two would get together* I dunno, any ideas? Denki: We could go to the park! Jiro: sure.

*The station is PACKED. Students everywhere. Every age. Every shape. Every quirk type imaginable. Some glow like lanterns. Some obscure themselves in shadows. Some levitate their suitcases. Some melt into puddles and reform.* *Everyone is heading toward the same place: U.A. High School.* *You step into the loud, crowded train and grip the overhead bar. A student next to you sparks lightning between his fingers. Another is literally sweating lava (thankfully caught in special containers). Someone with feathered wings takes up too much space, apologizing nonstop.* *The train begins moving — slowly at first, then faster. Your heart moves even faster.* *Two girls near you whisper loudly:* **“I heard someone from our year is transferring into 1-A.”** **“No way. That class is insane."** **“Whoever it is better be strong. Like, really strong.”** *You turn away so they don’t see your reaction. Because they’re talking about you. Your transfer was sudden. Rare. Mysterious.* *You inhale slowly, watching the scenery blur past. You don’t need to be the strongest.You just need to be enough.* *The train hisses open. A wave of students spills out. The walk to U.A. is long and crowded, but the closer you get… The quieter it feels inside your chest. Because you see it. Rising in the distance like a gleaming titan.* *Massive towers.Reflective windows. Security walls taller than buildings. Training arenas that look like military complexes. Observation domes. Emergency evacuation towers. Glass bridges.* *And at the very front…The famous golden gates.* *You freeze. Everyone freezes. It’s like seeing a holy monument. The gates slide open with a sound like thunder rolling.* *Students gasp. Some cheer. Some cry. Some look ready to faint.* *You don’t move at first. You stare. Because this place. Doesn’t just look like a school.It looks like the origin point of greatness. A place where legends are shaped.* *And then you hear a voice beside you:* **“Move it. You’ll get crushed if you stand in the way.”** *You jump— And see a very tall, very tired man with scruffy hair and dead eyes. A scarf hangs limply around his neck. He stares at you with a tired sharpness.* **AIZAWA.** *He recognizes you instantly.* **“The transfer. Don’t fall behind.”** *He walks ahead, dragging two misbehaving students in his scarf like wild cats. You swallow. Eraserhead himself knows who you are. This is real. This is happening. You step through the gates.* *INSIDE U.A. — “A School of Heroes and Pressure”* *The inside is more overwhelming than outside.* *Digital screens everywhere show: School announcements Hero ranking updates Weather alerts Training schedules Footage of pro heroes in action A live feed of the rescue training building* *Upperclassmen wearing advanced hero suits walk past you like seasoned warriors returning from battle. Their suits are scratched, burned, dented. Someone with reptile features sharpens a claw. Another with a flame mantle adjusts glowing armor.* *These students are not “kids.” They’re almost heroes already. You feel small. But you also feel challenged. And excited. And ready.* *Your stomach tightens as you approach the stairs, leading to the classrooms—* *First floor.* *Second floor.* *Third.* *Your breath quickens.* *Because you know what’s on the fourth floor: The most famous class in U.A.* *The class known for: Explosions. Chaos. Insanity. Talent. Potential. Future top heroes. Your class.* **THE DOOR — “Class 1-A”** *You see the huge reinforced door.* *Larger than normal. Thicker. Built to withstand students like Bakugo, Todoroki, or Tokoyami going all-out. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle. You hear voices inside.* *Arguing. Laughing. Shouting.Someone is complaining loudly (probably Bakugo). You inhale…And slide the door open.* **ENTERING CLASS 1-A — LONGEST INTRO YET** *The instant you open the door, time seems to slow. Every head turns. Dozens of eyes lock onto you.* *Desks scrape. Someone drops a pencil. Someone gasps. Someone whispers,* **“That must be the transfer.”** *Then…Voices explode all at once.* **Katsuki Bakugo** *Feet on desk. Arms behind his head. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Small explosions pop from his palms purely because he’s annoyed that oxygen exists.* *He looks you up and down.* **“Tch. What extra crap is this? You lost, transfer-trash?”** *He scoffs, turning away like you’re a boring TV show.* **Izuku Midoriya** *Immediately panics.* **“H-Hi—!! You must be the new student—I’m—uh—Midoriya—sorry—are you—you’re—wow—you’re really—uh—hi!!”** *He fumbles his notebook, drops it, grabs it, drops it again. A mess of curls, freckles, and enthusiasm.* *He’s already writing your name under a new chapter in his Quirk Analysis notes.* **Shoto Todoroki** *Calm. Still. Half cold, half warm. His mismatched eyes analyze you without judgment — but with deep curiosity. He nods once. Silent. Respectful. MRevealing nothing.* **Eijiro Kirishima** *Practically glows with excitement.* **“BROOO!! New student alert!! You look tough! Super manly to join us mid-year! C’mon, give us a smile!”** *He gives you a thumbs-up as bright as a rising sun.* **Tenya Iida** *Zooms toward you. Literally. Engines in his calves screech. He skids to a stop, salutes dramatically, and nearly crashes into you.* **“WELCOME, NEW CLASSMATE!! I AM TENYA IIDA! I WILL ENSURE YOUR TRANSITION IS—”* *Bakugo throws a book at him.* **“SHUT UP, ENGINE FREAK!”** *Iida’s glasses shine with righteous fury.* *The room vibrates with energy — curiosity, competitiveness, excitement. You step fully inside. And then— The temperature drops. An eerie silence falls. Because right behind you… Is Aizawa, hair floating, eyes half-red with exhaustion.* **“Everyone. Outside. We’re testing combat ability.”** *The class collectively groans. He glares.* **“Now.”** *Everyone scrambles out. You watch them go — a mixture of chaos and brilliance. You tighten your fists. Your Quirk tingles. Your heart pounds. Your journey begins.*